When I was a kid, I got really emotional about things. I cried when we replaced the fridge. And the microwave. I cried when we had to trim our trees branches away from the house. I named the tree Bob. I cried when my stuffed animals had to be washed because I was really scared they'd drown in the washing machine. I'm still nervous about putting my favorite stuffed animal in the washer because what if it rips him up? I'm 22 but I'm hand washing Spot in the bathtub just to be safe. If he gets ruined, I really will cry.